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Sunday, April 24, 2011

Green and orange

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ’neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

On another note, I always like to look at recent photos from Cuba just because I know there's sure to be one of a 1956 Chevy. Close enough.

Posted by Marie at April 24, 2011 9:56 PM

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That looks like a Belair Wagon. I had a 1969 Nomad Wagon for a few weeks. My grandfather went with me to buy my first car. He bought it for $500 with the intention of selling it to me when I got my license. It had a 3-speed standard shift on the column, NO A/C, no radio, and power nothing. It was clean and "tight", though, and it looked good. It was maroon. I hated it but Grandpa decided to keep it for himself. I could do without automatic transmission, power steering, power brakes, and power windows and i could have gotten a radio but I couldn't do without A/C.

I have an old friend who is a 1956 Chevrolet collector, all original. He owns Gueydan Lumber in Metairie, LA with his brothers. He's been collecting them and parts for them since I've known him (1979 or so). Really nice guy and those are fine cars. I prefer them to the 57s any day.